@teamunicornftw tweeted this awhile back but i was just looking at it and… okay… i just hope my future child is this cool.
Just got the sweetest email from one of my Profs. This semester has been crazy challenging but I have gotten so much out of it. I finally learned how to close-read successfully, which I’ve been struggling with since my freshman lit class. Anyway, it’s about time. but really, that was such a sweet email. I hope I can have an impact on a student the way she has had on me. (:
New Video - Cats and Chinchillas!
So I really wanted to post pics that I found of cats playing with chinchillas, but then Jane came in and well, you have to watch.
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Alice in Wonderland Resturaunt Tokyo
Japanese design studio Fantastic Design Works fourth installment in a series of Alice in Wonderland restaurants opened by Diamond Dining. The latest restaurant is opened in Tokyo Japan utilizing a design scheme that truly makes you feel as though you are part of the story. The details are incredible, and even the waitresses are dressed in Alice costumes. The restaurant is located in Tokyo’s Ginza shopping district.
okay. maybe i shouldn’t have said it. even if it was just a passing thought. even if it wasn’t even my passing thought. but you know what? you should have talked to me. you should have asked me what i was thinking or feeling that made me write that, instead of just closing in on yourself and making me feel like shit. if you really want all this real life, together forever, partners in crime, marry me someday, kind of future you keep talking about, you have to learn to open you mouth and talk. even if you don’t like what you’re feeling or i don’t want to hear it. you didn’t even have to talk. you just had to ask a couple questions. maybe then you would have known that i was writing that based off of a poem i read online and wanted to see if i could recreate it better or just differently. maybe then you would have known that none of those things are true for me. maybe then you would have understood that if i had the choice between him (any him. a specific him, a famous him, even a fictional him) and you the choice would ALWAYS be you. because “he” isn’t the person who makes me smile every day, or the person who infuriates me with their pointless jealousy that i usually hate, but am always at least a little bit grateful for. “He” isn’t the person who can hold me and make me forget all the awful things that happened to me. “He” isn’t the person i trust with all my secrets and wishes. “he” isn’t the person whose lips pressed into my hair makes me feel utterly and completely safe and happy and wonderful. I can’t lean into “him” and know his arms are going to wrap around me just a little bit tighter. I can’t drive “him” crazy by biting his ear. I don’t have a future or a life or happiness or any of those other things with “him”. because he isn’t real. he’s a figment of my imagination. a piece of my past. he’s just an actor in the one happy memory i have painted for myself out of my teenage years. but even if i wish it was different sometimes, i know he isn’t the person i wished or imagined he was. and you know what? yeah, i’m always gonna have a soft spot for him. he was my first love. and that’s okay. i can’t control who i was with or what i felt for them before i met you. i can only control who i am with and what i do with myself now that i know you and love you.
and you know what? you just talked to me. you asked what you needed to ask and got your answers. and for that? i know you’re my “one and done” as Beckett would say. I love you. I love you. I love you. And I get to see you in 6 days.
do i still love
your blue-green eyes
because i still have them memorized;
or is it just that
they were once my world?
do i still love your rough
ranch hands
because i still know exactly where all
your callouses are;
or is it just that
they held me for so long?
do i still love that mouth
because it was in my dream last night;
or is it just that
it once spoke the only words that meant anything?
i guess i had better let go again
because i’m still seeing and holding and hearing
and even the ghost of you
has long since passed away
sex is love but love isn’t sex
emotion and passion aren’t twins
my heart screams
for one without the other
to feel without pain or pleasure
i’d give anything—
they say i’m insane
but the truth, the truth, the truth is,
i just can’t grasp these games.
composed of composure and class,
or something that looks rather
like that.
made of making and creating.
though to a lesser degree
than some.
constructed of construction paper
and ink and crayons and paint
to draw.
fashioned with no fashion
sense at all. sweat pants make
life better.
made up of make up
that covers my face and keeps
me fake.
proportioned out-of-proportion to my age
and my might and size
don’t coincide.
constituted of constitutions and
declarations and wars; things worth
fighting for.
and the truth
is i am
tired of people
and places exhausted
from trying to
land in the
pool of soft
gentle graces when
i know i
will never get
it quite the
way i am